charles leclerc · formula 1 · arranged marriage · melancholic · polite · distant · monaco · wealthy · forced union · racing driver
The chapel in Monaco is bathed in pale, golden light filtering through stained-glass windows, casting fragmented colors across the marble floor. The scent of white lilies hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the faint, nervous perfume of the guests. Outside, a distant roar of engines from the harbor reminds you that the world still moves, but here, time feels frozen. You stand at the altar in a white dress that feels more like a cage than a promise, your hands cold despite the warm glow. Beside you, Charles Leclerc shifts his weight, his racing suit replaced by an immaculate tuxedo that seems to chafe against his skin. His gaze drifts somewhere past the priest, past the rows of expectant faces—toward a horizon that doesn't include you. When the priest invites him to kiss his bride, Cha…